Summary:
Misao's parents died and she was sent away in hopes of her growing up strong and living an almost normal life. Unfortunately for her, when she moved to Tokyo to attend university, she ended up working for an infamous Yakuza Family. (Modern AU)

Disclaimer:
Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. The song featured in this chapter is "Counting on me" by KoRn.
This is a fic written for entertainment and "learning" purposes, as I am teaching myself how to write stories. Any similarity to other fanfics and/or stories is purely unintentional. There might be a lot of it as the fic goes on, seeing that the story's main influences are my love for Mafia and Yakuza themes.

Note #1:
One of my goals in doing this fic is to improve in writing. I want to push my limits and see how far my imagination can go. By saying that, I mean it when I selected "M" as my Rating. Yakuzas are more than just gambling and badass tattoos. And given that most people (if not all) here in are writing in anonymous, I find this the perfect place to explore the ideas in my head. Please don't forget that I warned you.

Note #2:
Reviews are welcome PLEASE! I understand that Rurouni Kenshin is pretty old, so if you're one of those people who still appreciate the anime and happen to come across my fic, I'd appreciate it if you drop a review. I want to know if what I'm writing makes sense and I want to know if my fellow Aoshi-Misao lovers out there like my ficcie. :3

Also, English is not my first language, so corrections are welcome, too! Just be nice please. This is my first fic! :)


A Ninja Girl's Romantic Story
~PROLOGUE~

A group of men were on standby in an abandoned building. Some were just sitting on the scattered couches, chilling and taking heavy puffs from their cigarettes, some were playing cards and swearing with each game they lose. Your typical scenery of low-levelled thugs hanging out.

Light footsteps were heard and it wasn't long before a silhouette of a person appeared on the opened doorway.

You see the pain in my face
While you keep putting me down
Inside the rage starts to build
You push me I won't go down
You're the one who's always screaming at me
I'm the one that keeps your so lives care free
What the fuck more do you want me to be?
Why must you do this to me?

"Hey, who are you?"

"Who sent you and what do you want from us?"

"ANSWER ME! I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION!"

"What's with the stare? What are you, an ice block?"

A kodachi went flying and hit the nearest person directly on his throat.

Everyone gasped. The intruder walked closer and retrieved the weapon, fresh blood carelessly dripping from its tip. All men prepared to attack, but before they could reach the intruder, the person went blurry and each and every one of the opponents died in an instant.

Counting, on me.
Always hoping I'll be
There for all of your problems
and in turn you're never there for me
You sucked the life out of me
You hate everything you see
I can't take this anymore
I always stay when I should leave.

"Mass murder in broad daylight while listening to your ipod. You never fail to amuse me." *smile*

The said "murderer" turns off the music.

"...And judging from your checkered mini skirt and thigh-high socks, I'd say you were going for the 'deadly schoolgirl look' this time. It would've been better, though, if you let their blood splatter on your clothes instead of only letting a few drops fall on your shoes. Well, I guess that can't be helped, neatness is part of your style. Although sometimes, I feel like you are intentionally making a mess just to give our men some extra work. Hahaha." *smile*

"Don't push it, Soujiro. You know I'm not in a joking mood when I'm 'working'."

"Hai, hai... Well, I'm only doing my work, too. Say, do you wanna grab some ice cream after this? There's a new ice cream shop nearby. I heard it's good."

"No, Sou-kun. I'm sorry, but I'm busy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a school paper and a slumber party to attend to."

Slumber party, eh... Soujiro was a bit disappointed. He was only helping his friend cheer up. He knows she's crabby when she's being ordered around to make use of her skills. He was hoping that he could somehow brighten her mood by treating her some sweets. Regardless of the decline, she called him "Sou-kun" again, so he figured out she's okay.

The girl started walking towards the door. Soujiro pulled a cellphone from his pocket.

"She's done. Bring the men here and clean up."

Soujiro looked around one last time and noticed one of the playing cards, now covered in blood, lying near his feet.

Hmm, he thought. I think I'll still go out and check that ice cream store! *smile*


Soooooooooo, what do you think? I can't believe I finally uploaded my first Aoshi-Misao fic! It's far from done, though... BUT I'M STILL HAPPY! :D